Since I don't have the courage to commit suicide, I can still get by. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

In the early morning of this day, the sky was like a wash, just white, the smoke of every household was rising, and the villagers had begun their daily life one after another. It has been almost half a month since Lin Qing arrived in this Fuao Village, and in this half month, she has been bumping, sighing, and sometimes complaining, but she still tries to adapt a lot.

For example, she finally embarrassed and embarrassed to call her father and brother, after all, she is now a food and clothing parent, and she is really good to her; For example, I finally learned to make a fire, help Aunt Lin cook and laundry together, and share housework; For example, I finally followed my little brother up the mountain to pick fruits and enrich my diet.

Thank God, thank the earth, thank her current father, not a pure single-minded farmer, she doesn't have to follow the field, otherwise according to her four bodies are not diligent and the grains are not divided, it is easy to harm her own seedlings.

Today's main task is to go to the school with Daddy Lin. Because he is one of the few literate people in the village, in addition to teaching in the primary school, Father Lin occasionally helps people write letters, and also goes to the fields to farm when he is busy farming. As the daughter of the family, the original Lin Qing was sometimes taken to a nearby primary school to read and study with a group of boys, and most of the time she helped her mother to do housework. It has to be said that the life of the original owner is much happier than that of many rural girls in ancient times.

"Sister Lin Qing, Sister Lin Qing, this is the cake my mother made today, it tastes very good, I am reluctant to eat more, this is left to you."

Before Lin Qing started class, he was wandering around the world, and Huzi, who was sitting behind him, quietly handed over an oiled paper bag. She turned her head to look and saw Huzi grinning at her, a mouthful of small white teeth, shining in the sun. Maybe it was a month ago, I accidentally hit her, Huzi felt guilty, maybe it was because Lin Qing was a pleasing girl, or maybe the two families lived closely, this little guy especially liked to pull her to play together, looking for her every now and then, what went up the mountain to catch insects, and went down to the field to catch loaches, all of which were projects that Lin Qing despised and feared, snakes, insects, rats and ants, except for ants, she didn't want to touch anything else.

The adults are happy to see it, the people in the village are not so particular, the male and female babies play together, and the school is not divided into men and women, it can be seen, Lin Daddy and Huzi Daddy feel that playing together can eliminate the estrangement between the two children who accidentally hit Lin Qing some time ago. Lin Qing refused countless times, but every time he looked at the aggrieved little eyes of the children, he was very helpless, this, the ancient boys were so precocious!

She took the cake, put it on the table, and whispered thank you, only to see that the tiger-headed tiger with his name and his appearance actually blushed.

Little broken boy, what do you want?!

There is really no common language with the little boy, she glanced around, it is impossible to find a bosom friend in the primary school group, continue to pretend to be cold, the tiger in the back continues to want to chat with her, and pokes her with fat fingers from time to time, Lin Qingmu turned his head with a face, and found that the ancient little boy's white and red little face is still quite tender, this tiger is well raised, so she stretched out her magic grasp, pinched the little face of the tiger, and acted as a strange aunt, when the child's face was red, the urine escaped!

To say that the most unrelieved thing for Lin Qing in ancient times was this sanitation problem, with the toilet problem as the most. She was originally a little clean, and the ancient toilet was a collection of all kinds of uncleanliness.

Generally in the village, there are three ways to go to the toilet. The first is to bring your own wooden barrel, although it is relatively clean, occasionally sit on it, small toilet is fine, big toilet is afraid of splashing up, this feeling is dizzy. The accompanying pouring of the toilet and washing the toilet are unspeakable pains. The second way is the so-called public toilet: a simple wooden or thatched building, which is full of flies and insects, and the smell is stinking. The third is wilderness, no man's land, natural and pollution-free...... There's also the issue of paper paper, ouch, don't mention it.

It is said that the ancient classroom is still very different from the modern one. Lin Qing's class was N years ago, and I don't know how the current teaching has developed, but this way of shaking his head and rote memorization really makes people doubt the efficiency of learning.

This school in Fu'ao Village is next to the ancestral hall of Fu'ao Village, it may be that there are few people in ancient times, and the non-farmland is worthless, this school covers a large area, but it is only divided into several large classrooms, Lin Qing's classroom is located in the east, and now at this time, you can see the sunlight spilling in from the edge of the wooden window, the wooden tables and wooden benches of different colors are divided into five groups, each group is arranged vertically, each group has about seven or eight small tables, and each table sits one to two people.

Lin Qing's position was in the third row of the first group in the east, and she looked at a thin yellow book in her hand, with the word "persuasion" written on the title page.

When I opened the book, the handwriting on it had faded slightly, and most of the obscure words looked like traditional Chinese characters, and some of the characters seemed to be more difficult to understand than traditional characters, and they looked more like ghost characters. I just heard Uncle Lin read it, which corresponds to the pronunciation of a certain character in modern Chinese, and it should be that meaning according to speculation. It's over, I can't understand the next sentence, I haven't learned Chinese well before, I just listened to Daddy Lin's explanation, such a few words, there are so many meanings, the ancients were because they wanted to save paper, so although the words were simple, but they were very meaningful?

Of course, ancient education has not developed into the inspirational atmosphere of modern education: if you don't study hard, you will only be able to pick up garbage in the future! But on the whole, it still advocates the idea of "everything is inferior, only reading is high".

Rummaging through the memories of the original owner, she studied for a while, but the time was not long, she was young, and she didn't know most of the words, which basically didn't help her current self. Falling from an honor student to a semi-literate student feels too sour, it seems that as Chairman Mao said, study hard and make progress every day.

Just when Lin Qing was making up his mind, a little boy who had read the wrong article in front of him was picked up and slapped his palm, the strength, without a little water, a few strokes, the palm of his hand was red, it was difficult to study in ancient times, and the ancients did not deceive me. With the self-hypnosis of "I am the second generation of teachers, my father should not be so ruthless", Lin Qing stubbornly followed the reading.

Because the ancient teaching system is not perfect, so several classrooms are only roughly assigned to students, and the learning progress and qualifications of students in each class are uneven, teaching students according to their aptitude or something, it is simply a fantasy for this small village, most people are just here to know a few words, especially girls, only a few people. Most of the teachers don't have any requirements for the students, and only a few who come from good families and want to go to school will be very strict.

In this case, after a few days of studying, Lin Qing learned that the little boy who was beaten was Li Zheng's grandson, so he was extremely strict. The best performance is the Zhao family boy who lives at the end of the village, Zhao Hui, who can already make five-word quatrains at a young age, Daddy Lin is full of praise for this, it is said that he will be a talent show in the future, Lin Qing, who has always been used to being a good student, decided not to relax himself, at least to get out of the illiterate team as soon as possible.

The days passed like flowing water, and after reading the book for more than half a year, with modern skills and adult thinking, although some words could not be written accurately, most of them she knew, and Fu'ao Village had also entered the busy farming time, and a big problem was also placed in front of her.